NCIS: Too Much to Handle
Fandom: NCIS
Main characters: Gibbs, Tony
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Gibbs/Tony
Contains: Sex
Rating: NC17
Summary: Tony is pretty much fine with the whole way this is going down.
Notes: Written for
feywood, by way of bribery/reward. My first NCIS thing that isn't roleplay. I've only seen up to the first few episodes of season three in order (though I've seen later episodes, I haven't seen the full seasons).
Tony's pretty much pinned, and he's fine with that. More than fine, it's amazing. Not that this is normally his thing -- not with women -- but this is Gibbs, so this is different. When it comes to Gibbs, things are always gonna be different. Like, Tony's pretty sure that with most of his partners, one of 'em biting his neck would have been more ouch than ohh, but Gibbs does it and it's like fireworks or electricity or something, and his toes are curling -- not that you can see, because he's still got his shoes on. And, for that matter, his pants and his shirt and his tie and -- you get the drift.
"Boss -- " he says, and gasps when Gibbs shoves him into the wall harder.
"Keep your mouth shut, Tony," Gibbs says, pressing closer, his chest hard against Tony's back, and other things hard, too. Tony almost cringes in anticipation of a Gibbs slap for that thought, but at least this time it's entirely true and to the point. Tony splays his fingers against the wall, presses his cheek to it.
"Shutting up, boss," he says, tilting his body into Gibbs' just a bit, to feel him better. "Unless you want my mouth open for other things."
He can feel Gibbs' amused smirk against his skin when he kisses at the back of his neck, but he's focused on more important things, like Gibbs getting his belt undone and then his pants -- like Gibbs' fingertips brushing along his cock through his underwear, and then the first shock of skin on skin. It's a bit cold, really, for Tony's liking, once his pants are down, and he's pretty sure Gibbs more ripped than undid his shirt, but, that's kind of okay if that's what he gets in return. And he can't focus on it, anyway, not when Gibbs is pushing slicked-up fingers inside him -- the man carries lube around? like he expects to have to 'chastise' his senior field agent like this? that takes being prepared to whole new levels -- with devastating knowledge of exactly what to do, exactly how to move his fingers. It's too much, but that's just Gibbs for you, Tony's always known that Gibbs was too much for him to handle, and he likes it that way.
He likes it even more when Gibbs is pushing up inside him, too fast and too much and just right, holding his hands flat against the wall. He likes it a lot.
He wonders how much it'll take to provoke Gibbs into doing this to him over and over -- and over and over -- again. And then he doesn't wonder anything, because Gibbs has a hand around his cock and is pushing deeper, deeper, too deep, and that's all there is in the world.
Tony's just fine with that.
Main characters: Gibbs, Tony
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Gibbs/Tony
Contains: Sex
Rating: NC17
Summary: Tony is pretty much fine with the whole way this is going down.
Notes: Written for
Tony's pretty much pinned, and he's fine with that. More than fine, it's amazing. Not that this is normally his thing -- not with women -- but this is Gibbs, so this is different. When it comes to Gibbs, things are always gonna be different. Like, Tony's pretty sure that with most of his partners, one of 'em biting his neck would have been more ouch than ohh, but Gibbs does it and it's like fireworks or electricity or something, and his toes are curling -- not that you can see, because he's still got his shoes on. And, for that matter, his pants and his shirt and his tie and -- you get the drift.
"Boss -- " he says, and gasps when Gibbs shoves him into the wall harder.
"Keep your mouth shut, Tony," Gibbs says, pressing closer, his chest hard against Tony's back, and other things hard, too. Tony almost cringes in anticipation of a Gibbs slap for that thought, but at least this time it's entirely true and to the point. Tony splays his fingers against the wall, presses his cheek to it.
"Shutting up, boss," he says, tilting his body into Gibbs' just a bit, to feel him better. "Unless you want my mouth open for other things."
He can feel Gibbs' amused smirk against his skin when he kisses at the back of his neck, but he's focused on more important things, like Gibbs getting his belt undone and then his pants -- like Gibbs' fingertips brushing along his cock through his underwear, and then the first shock of skin on skin. It's a bit cold, really, for Tony's liking, once his pants are down, and he's pretty sure Gibbs more ripped than undid his shirt, but, that's kind of okay if that's what he gets in return. And he can't focus on it, anyway, not when Gibbs is pushing slicked-up fingers inside him -- the man carries lube around? like he expects to have to 'chastise' his senior field agent like this? that takes being prepared to whole new levels -- with devastating knowledge of exactly what to do, exactly how to move his fingers. It's too much, but that's just Gibbs for you, Tony's always known that Gibbs was too much for him to handle, and he likes it that way.
He likes it even more when Gibbs is pushing up inside him, too fast and too much and just right, holding his hands flat against the wall. He likes it a lot.
He wonders how much it'll take to provoke Gibbs into doing this to him over and over -- and over and over -- again. And then he doesn't wonder anything, because Gibbs has a hand around his cock and is pushing deeper, deeper, too deep, and that's all there is in the world.
Tony's just fine with that.

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*dies of the toppy!Gibbs*
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